Basil. Just the sound of that pretty, monotone voice wrapping around his first name like honey poured over toast seemed to twist a knot into the Ravenclaw’s lower abdomen. For a moment, Basil felt the impulsive urge to close every last fraction of space between them as Macnair’s blue gaze flickered over him in challenge. It was a ludicrous thought, one that could have him thoroughly expelled if he dared to think too hard about it, and yet that stubbornness in the Slytherin’s visage only made the knot in his stomach tighten. Basil hadn’t ever felt quite like this before. At least, not this fiery urge to prove someone so wrong about him they had to swallow their words.
“And how do you propose I do that?” He retorted, voice pitching with the confrontation. “I could transfigure you into a toad and hand you around the sixth year class so all the girls can try and turn you back into a prince.”
'Oh wait—' his raised eyebrow of an expression seemed to say. There was nothing quite princely about Mcnair to begin with, making the jab a bit harsh. But Basil was starting to feel quite hot under the collar now, feet pressed thoroughly to the fire. If Mcnair didn’t back off soon, he wasn’t sure he could be held responsible for what he might do.
Agrimony Macnair anddddddd kiss .//squishes faces